Homage To My Hips
these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don’t fit in little pretty places. these hips are free hips. they don’t...
Homage To My Hips
In the Land of 148,000 No’s Who Are You?
Midnight Dancer (To a Black Dancer in “The Little Savoy”)
Madam and the Number Writer
Happiness is When….
Incantation (for jonetta)
Whose Children Are These?
Our choices are not always as simple as they seem…
Enlightment
Poem (for the Blues Singers)
Canary
Highflown: Love
Time Is Fleeting
Dream Variations
Soledad (And I, I am no longer of that world)
A Litany for Survival
February in Sidney
When I Dance
To a Dark Girl
Pleasure